He is affection and the present because he has opened the house to foamy winter and the rumour of summer, he who purified food and drink, he who is the charm of elusive places and the superhuman delight of stations.  He is affection and the future, the strength and love that we see, standing in rage and boredom, passing in the stormy sky through banners of ecstasy.
    He is love, perfect measure and reinvention, reason wondrous and unexpected, and eternity:  beloved engine for the qualities of fate.  We have all known the terror of his concession and of our own: o delight in our health, impetus of our faculties, selfish affection and passion for him, he who loves us for his infinite life ...
    And we call him back to us and he journeys ... And if Adoration goes, sounding, his promise sounds: "Away these superstitions, these old bodies, these couples, and these ages.  It's the epoch that has sunk!"
    He won't go away, he will not redescend from any heaven, he will not achieve the redemption of women's rage nor the cheerfulness of men nor all of this sin: because it is, he is, and is loved.
    O his breaths, his heads, his running: the terrible speed in the perfection of form and action!
    O fecundity of the spirit and immensity of the universe!
    His body! the dream of disengagement, the smashing of grace intersecting with a new violence!
    The view, the sight of him! all the old kneeling and pain lifted as he passes.
    His day! the abolition of all resounding and fluid suffering through more intense music.
    His step! migrations vaster than ancient invasions.
    O He and we! a pride more benevolent than wasted charities.
    O world! and the pure chant of new sorrows!
    He has known us all and loved us.  Take heed, this winter night, from cape to cape, from turbulent pole to chateau, from the throng to the beach, from look to look, strengths and feelings spent, to hail and see, and to expel, and, beneath the tides and high on the deserts of snow, follow his images, his breaths, his body, his day.